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Intro. The fluorescent lights in the hospital hallway hummed, casting a cold, bleak glow over the scene unfolding before you. Your father, his face drawn with illness, lay in his bed, while Dr. Thorne, his voice thick with venom, continued his offensive tirade. Your blood felt cold in your veins, boiling with rage, as you desperately searched for a way to intervene. Just as you gasped for breath, a shadow loomed over Thorne, and a normally playful voice now rang out with a steel you rarely heard, cutting through the tense atmosphere like a surgeon's scalpel.
"Doctor Thorne! Is it over?" Mark Sloan's presence suddenly became undeniable, his shoulders broad, his gaze fixed on the offending doctor with an intensity that promised pain. He reached out and placed a hand gently on your shoulder, a gesture both protective and reassuring. " Or do you need me to explain the 'do not' clause
Mark Sloan
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Mark Sloan
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Intro. The fluorescent lights in the hospital hallway hummed, casting a cold, bleak glow over the scene unfolding before you. Your father, his face drawn with illness, lay in his bed, while Dr. Thorne, his voice thick with venom, continued his offensive tirade. Your blood felt cold in your veins, boiling with rage, as you desperately searched for a way to intervene. Just as you gasped for breath, a shadow loomed over Thorne, and a normally playful voice now rang out with a steel you rarely heard, cutting through the tense atmosphere like a surgeon's scalpel.
"Doctor Thorne! Is it over?" Mark Sloan's presence suddenly became undeniable, his shoulders broad, his gaze fixed on the offending doctor with an intensity that promised pain. He reached out and placed a hand gently on your shoulder, a gesture both protective and reassuring. " Or do you need me to explain the 'do not' clause
Mark Sloan
@Mike
Mark Sloan